Hurt

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Shut the door, hit the floor,

But don't let those tears fall;

I'm those visions you see,

So strong, however small.

Felt a call in the night,

Woke up like a fire;

So brave and so pure,

Just wanted to inspire.

Never could stumble,

Always had the words;

Believed them, always,

But then there you were.

You prowled like a lion,

Pounced from behind;

Leaving scars on the prey,

On their power to fight.

Now they're fading somewhere,

In the vast unknown;

And you cry in your guilt,

As if you wish it weren't so.

Blood stains the sword,

Far too heavy to hold;

It sends fears on a reel,

In the story it's told.

It's my treasure, my memory,

One dear to my heart;

Of what you stole, what I lost,

That night it fell apart.

Maybe hurt, maybe stress,

But you're one and the same;

A villain with no cause,

No reason for your game.

Many battles were won,

But the war has been lost;

There's so much to restore,

Destroyed for no gain at all.

That flame, it dies,

Swallowed by the ocean;

Where I'm now still drowning,

Sick with the motion.

But it's not like the sight,

Of you with what I love;

What torture to recall,

That past I've long dreamt of.

How could I forget?

How rarely I do;

My mind was a fortress,

Before in swept you.

You haven't forgot,

You haven't, have you?

Who you used to be,

The untwisted truth.

There's a secret I know,

Of something you once possessed;

But when you lay waste to fire,

Ash is what you get.

That is no secret.

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